Sanda VaideșA mournful creaking sound cut the peace of the midnight vigil. The two shadows trembled. Man, the door to the narthex is yet again not oiled, said a spirit. Now we’re rolling the devil’s bones, but tomorrow night I’ll go and grease it with the oil from the candle. Come on, give me a six-six. And don’t forget to stop …
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